Confusion was a very generous assertion to Tony, who thought most of the time that Felwinter was considering if it would be less trouble to kill him, and so far he had lucked out on that mess being the bigger bother. He looked after, then started to follow Felwinter again then, still keeping his distance and letting the momentum he built carry him back toward the fire, and the throne. "That's even better," he declared. "Nothing better than a mystery. Keeps the romance alive."

Living alone in a big, drafty castle at the end of the world not knowing why you were alive, that was a kind of romance.

"Don't worry about your dad. Mine hated me, too, we don't have to get our hopes up," he continued as he draped himself back into the seat, or tried to. It was much more stiffly this time, his restlessly energy clear in the tick of his tendons as he held himself still.